Shark Attack!!

So there I was...back in Corpus Christi; swimming in the sun, perfecting my new found hobby of wind surfing. I went back and forth several times across the cove I had selected for this beautiful shiny day in the Texas Riviera.

I’ll be the first to admit that I am a novice at this. Really novice. I still spend far more time in the water than I do on the board but I’m new and learning and sometimes I even make it a couple hundred yards before washing my mouth out with the Gulf of Mexico.

The last time I fell in the water I flopped around a bit and then as I was straightening out the sail and getting ready to climb back up on the board I noticed a shark swimming towards me slowly. I tried not to move, because sharks are scary and I prefer not to be eaten. This shark had obviously noticed my feeble attempts at wind surfing and was either hungry, joy riding or just curious. Any one of the three would not turn out in my best interest.

She just kept creeping up on me though. Back and forth, slowly, methodically, making her way right up beside me. Did I mention that it was a SHARK? She didn’t seem to be hunting; I didn’t seem to want to find out what she was up to. Then it happened, the shark swam right up to me and bumped me with her big rounded over snout. Have you ever felt a dolphin’s back? It was kind of like that; round and pretty hard. Not quite so rubbery but pretty close.

I knew it was that instant or never so I made my move. In one motion I flung my body away from the shark and attempted to jump out of the water, rolling ever onto the waiting surf board and out of the home of that ferocious man eating beast touching my lower back.

Then I hit the floor. And woke up. My beautiful wife leaned over the edge of the bed and asked politely, “Did you just fall out of bed, you nimwhit.” “No baby, of course I didn’t. My goodness, I'm 28 years old - I don't just 'fall out of bed' anymore. Now, go back to sleep.” (So...technically I really jumped out of bed.)

When we straightened things out in the morning we figured that I had been laying on my side lazily dreaming of sunshine and surf when the she-shark decided that she wanted to cuddle. Her snout happened to be a tough little ferocious monster named Golden, who coincidentally does feel quite a bit like a passing shark.

I admit it, I jumped out of bed; and I still have all of my arms and legs. That was a close one. Even in Little Rock, shark attacks do happen.

Watch your back and swim hard.